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My mom had some serious anxiety issues that she struggled with over the course of her life. I never gave it much thought as I grew up, navigated life, and engaged in numerous alpha male pursuits. No one who has ever known me, except perhaps for a few very close friends and family members, would ever guess it - but I definitely have some anxiety issues that I contend with. My anxiety has never been 'situational' or 'stress-related' at least on any level I could recognize. I've never felt it come on as the result of a very stressful event or during the most difficult stretches of life where stress is high. It almost always comes on almost randomly, when everything is by all assessments normal, 'fine', and uneventful.
Last night I got a little headache (and I never get headaches) and felt the first twinges of that 'dread' and sense of foreboding that I've come to recognize as anxiety. I have zero insight as to why it comes on or what might trigger it. Fortunately for me, it only occurs for me a handful of times a year. Sometimes it is just a nagging negative feeling that just hangs over me, other times it can be so intense that I have to work hard to stay calm and not have it spiral out of control. It is the strangest feeling, because even as I am having those feelings, I know rationally that there is no reason whatsoever to be feeling them, that everything is just fine, that I am incredibly fortunate in every area of my life. The brain does not care about these reassurances as I make them. It continues to send me signals that something is wrong and that I am in distress.
It has never reached a level where I've sought out medical help for it. I do not really experience any perceptible level of depression. It is anxiety, plain and simple. Mostly, I have learned to distract myself, engage in activities to keep my mind busy and focused on something other than 'that feeling'. Sometimes I'll try and sleep it off in the hopes that when I wake up I'll feel back to my normal self. Or I'll try and get outside in the sun, make sure I am well hydrated and eating well, etc... On rare occasions, those things don't work and I just have to ride out a crappy day of feeling terrible.
I'll confess that as a younger male, I used to look sideways at folks with mental health challenges. I didn't really understand that how people feel on a daily basis is about as far from a 'choice' as it could possibly be. Having experienced maybe the most minor version of anxiety, I have nothing but pure empathy for others who may experience it once in awhile, and pure pity for those that struggle with it frequently or in it's most severe forms.
I have never really discussed with anyone other than my wife, but for whatever reason, talking about it this morning makes me feel better. So I'm talking about it.
Last night I got a little headache (and I never get headaches) and felt the first twinges of that 'dread' and sense of foreboding that I've come to recognize as anxiety. I have zero insight as to why it comes on or what might trigger it. Fortunately for me, it only occurs for me a handful of times a year. Sometimes it is just a nagging negative feeling that just hangs over me, other times it can be so intense that I have to work hard to stay calm and not have it spiral out of control. It is the strangest feeling, because even as I am having those feelings, I know rationally that there is no reason whatsoever to be feeling them, that everything is just fine, that I am incredibly fortunate in every area of my life. The brain does not care about these reassurances as I make them. It continues to send me signals that something is wrong and that I am in distress.
It has never reached a level where I've sought out medical help for it. I do not really experience any perceptible level of depression. It is anxiety, plain and simple. Mostly, I have learned to distract myself, engage in activities to keep my mind busy and focused on something other than 'that feeling'. Sometimes I'll try and sleep it off in the hopes that when I wake up I'll feel back to my normal self. Or I'll try and get outside in the sun, make sure I am well hydrated and eating well, etc... On rare occasions, those things don't work and I just have to ride out a crappy day of feeling terrible.
I'll confess that as a younger male, I used to look sideways at folks with mental health challenges. I didn't really understand that how people feel on a daily basis is about as far from a 'choice' as it could possibly be. Having experienced maybe the most minor version of anxiety, I have nothing but pure empathy for others who may experience it once in awhile, and pure pity for those that struggle with it frequently or in it's most severe forms.
I have never really discussed with anyone other than my wife, but for whatever reason, talking about it this morning makes me feel better. So I'm talking about it.